~Giwa~

Yure Adediji impressed me with his party. As much as I hated the guy, I'll have to admit that this was a good one.

When I walked in, I gathered attention to myself - as usual. A lot of my classmates ,both guys and girls came up to me welcoming me with hugs and telling me how fabulous I looked - both the ones that genuinely liked me and even the ones I knew hated my guts, still welcomed me with fake smiles and hugs. You see - that was kind of the Invisible rule of playing safe among the populars' in Castron High; even if you don't like em, act like you do and don't bring unnecessary drama to yourself. But then again, I'm Giwa Falade. I follow no damn rules - Invisible or not. So that's why when people like Miranda Archibong threw her arms all over me in a hug, I just brought her filthy hands back down and walked past her like she was thin air.

Geng by Mayorkun was playing and my classmates were just hanging around in little cliques; either gisting, taking selfies or flashing their expensive phones in the air - everyone just trying to cool doing whatever they were doing.

I couldn't help but notice how big the living room was - almost as big as our school hall to state the fact. The Black Couches were placed at the very ends of the room, by the cream colored walls. All of them, arranged in a semi circle pattern. The biggest one of them was directly opposite the large screen plasma TV, and if I should do a mental count on how many people were present in the living room, we'd be getting at least 70 or more. Still, there was still so much room, amidst the semi-crowd he was having in his living room.

..and then the Chocolate fountains?

At different sections of the living room, they were these giant chocolate fountains that people were obviously rushing. Who didn't like Chocolate? It made me wonder if those fountains were actually always there.

Not that it was new to me being in such a big space of a living room with dozens of Chocolate fountains or whatever, but Yure had never said anything about his house being so big and dope before. In fact, to think about it, he never did talk about how rich his parents were, but somehow, everyone still knew.

Yure Adediji was the only child of Mr. Ayo Adediji and Mrs. Maurice Adediji, the joint owners of the 7th biggest Oil Company in Africa, Lithex, and I can bet they were not at home with their son throwing such a party.

Anyways, as you guessed it, Yure literally bathed in money. His parents saw him as the heir to their business, but our Head boy apparently had other plans.

He wants to be a musician.

Yure liked to sing and play instruments and he was really good at it. Although, I'm not so sure of what Mr and Mrs. Adediji think of his ambition. That wasn't really any of my concern. What I really needed to understand was why he invited me here.

At the moment, my classmates were in segregated cliques. At one side, I could see Mena Kafe - the Ms. Skinny of our set, holding up her phone and trying to take a full body selfie as she shot her flat ass out in an attempt to make it look bigger. I could also see Chika Chioma and her small clique of doll faced friends, all gathered together taking pictures and videos of themselves, mouthing to the song playing and trying to look cute at it. I already made up my mind that I was going to mute their status updates on WhatsApp tonight. At another side, I saw Kaniru George and his clan of hulligans popping champaigns and forming bad bosses as they drank up endlessly. They liked to feel like big boys who knew how to drink and do bad stuff.

I took my time, scanning through more of my classmates, individual after individual, clique after clique.

And, just when I thought I wasn't going to see him, there he was - Yure Adediji, in the midst of a few of my classmates, all of them, standing by the stairway, talking about whatever. I quickly scanned the group of classmates surrounding him and Gadafe was the easiest to spot. The ebony boy of the set had an arm around Tofunmi, his girlfriend. And oh wow, apparently, I could also see that Tofunmi had her nails done and was flashing her iPhone 11 pro max in the air as she talked. Her nails were nice. It's a pity she'd have to get rid of them before Monday.

As I observed them, something happened.
Yure suddenly turned to my direction and his eyes met with mine instantly.

Surpringly, he just smiled.

I paused for a moment, confused, before a scowl rumpled my face.

Why was he smiling at me? When did we become friends?

"Giwa!!" I heard a familiar high pitched voice call from behind me, distracting me and pulling my attention away from Yure.

I turned back to see Hassana, a few feet away from me. The girl was sitting on one of the couches in the living room, and Goodness Lord! She was literally surrounded by boys!

"Hassana Anjaele Alfa." I don't know what called me more, the excessive grin on her face or the blinding bright yellow of her dress. I mentally face palmed, shook my head at the girl and wondered how on earth we became friends.

Hassana liked doing this kind of things. You know that friend that knows everybody and is ever ready to associate you with a crowd they just gathered, whether you're interested or not. Well, that's Hassana Alfa for you.

Around her, were the "Ballers" - in American highschools, those are the guys you'd call the "jocks". Tall, LOUD, muscled boys of our set who were beasts on the field, all of them, surrounding my dear Alfa.

"Over here!" Hassana called out to me again, waving excitedly for me to be quicker.

I laughed softly at the impatient, over active girl, not even increasing my steps for a second as I walked towards her and the clan of boys surrounding her. Not like I had much of a choice anyways.

Getting closer, I noticed Ivandor Fejaun was there among the small crowd of boys too. As a matter of fact, Hassana had her arms around him like they were an item or something. I probably didn't notice him earlier because he just laid there, back on the couch, covering his face with his hoodie and using his fore arm to shield his eyes. I was confused as to what exactly he was doing, but anyways, what's my business?

"Baby!!" Hassana literally squealed as I got to her and the blabbermouth couldn't stop gushing about how good I looked. I couldn't help, but laugh, hoping this girl wouldn't be the death of me.

Hassana was my favorite person in our clique.
My wing woman - always supportive of everything I did. Her aunt,Diana Sylvester, who she lived with for years now, owned a million making brand called 'Sylvester looks', so, she always looked chic - with her jet black long full natural hair, her beautiful clear light skin that gave her the nick name "Yello girl" and her natural pink lips that most likely were her best assets. Hassana Alfa was a goddess.

"Damnnnn!!!" Aaron shouted, nearly startling me and alarmingly reminding me that I was now in the midst of boys. All thanks to Hassana.

"You guys look hot ooo!!" He was up on his feet, hyping and looking me through with exxagerated awe.

"No lie. You guys are just killing it! Giwa, Look at you!!!" Casper followed right up with the compliment. He wouldn't even properly let me appreciate his compliment, before I knew it, the boy was also up on his feet and taking my hand, urging me forward.

"Come and sit down, abeg! I can't be sitting while a fire chic like you is standing up!" He continued, literally forcing me to sit down on the part of the couch he formerly occupied, deciding to stand instead. 

Oh, boys.

Hassana really had to drag me into Aaron and Casper's presence, of them all. Those two boys were popular in our set for losing a screw or two in the head. No seriously, I wasn't that close to them, never really have been, but I could testify that they were mad crazy and probably tipping the edge of their sanity.

Honestly, I didn't even know I looked that good until all the boys started hyping us up and making me laugh my head off. I mean, I knew Hassana did. She always did look good. Party or no party, the girl was a Beauty Queen.

And of course, she didn't dissappoint tonight. Her full natural hair was packed up in a huge curly puff, with some curly strands drooping down by the sides. Her make up was on fleek, and her outfit was also top notch- although she revealed way too much skin. Again, that's Hassana for you. She always had on really skimpy clothes. That's why some haters called her Ashawo, and with Hassana always pulling crowds of boys like this to herself all the time, I can say it doesn't really help matters. But Hassana was just too social, no strings attached.

I noticed how she kept snuggling Ivandor closer from time to time as we all talked. Ivandor, on the other hand looked like he wasn't even interested in the conversation. He just stayed there slouching on the couch in that same position I had met him - lying lazily and covering his eyes with his fore-arm.

Notice how Ivandor hasn't said a word to me since I got here. I couldn't even be surprised. I didn't expect him to. Ivandor was known for being the biggest snub of the Century. And to be honest, If not for the fact he was bi-racial and was undoubtedly georgeous, no one would have liked him.

Castron High students have this sick obsession with people of mixed race. Be it extreme adoration or even more extreme hate and discrimination, it was still an obsession. You just had to fall into one of the two categories and hope you're in luck. I know, it was stupid and unnecessary. But oh well.

Well to the guy's favour, it was of extreme adoration. I shit you not when I tell you that  Mister Ivandor Fejaun had more than half the entire population of girls in Castron High head over heels in love with him. Sadly, including Hassana. Well, his good looks for one, and the fact that he was also insanely talented in Sports. It wasn't a surprise that he ended up being the Sports Prefect. All in all, Ivandor had it all - maybe that's why these things got to his head.

In his defense, with the way he was slouching on the couch, I had a feeling he was wasted and maybe trying to get himself together. I mean for one thing - Hassana had her arm around him and he was actually letting her. A whole Ivandor - who particularly saw me and my clique of friends as a bunch of obnoxious ailments. He had to be drunk please.

"So Head Girl how you holding up for school on Monday?" Aaron asked me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Please don't remind me of school yet." I answered dryly, making him laugh hysterically.

"I pity Aaron the most!" Casper said, with humor evident in his tone, as he looked at his best friend. "He actually has to be in School before 7am, sucks to be you, bro!"

I felt bad for laughing at Aaron. Casper's contagious laugh on it's own nearly got us all on the floor.

"Cons of being Disciplinary prefect, na." Aaron even mocked himself.

"Who send you?!" Casper fired at him and Aaron nearly julled the guy up in front of us all. Casper went on, bragging to Aaron how stress free it was for him, as the Social prefect and we couldn't stop laughing.

"Our drinks are here!" A softer voice announced, gathering all the attention.

That was the second girl in the clique - Prissy Waje -  walking in on us, holding a small tray with wine in several glass cups on it. Gladly, voluntarily, she started to share it to everyone as much as she could.

"Here you go, Hassana." Prissy cheerfully handed her a glass.

"Why is it so pink!?" Hassana shrieked, staring incredulously at her wine cup.

Prissy laughed softly. "Babe, don't be dramatic, it's just Tequila." She handed another glass to Casper.

"Whatever it is, if it's alcoholic, keep it away from me. I need to keep this body in shape!" Hassana seed adamant as she just put back the drink on the tray, dusting her fingers like it had stained it or something and I just sighed and shook my head at her.

"You look stunning, Prissy." I commented genuinely and the girl smiled adorably, blushed, and curtseyed playfully.

"And here you go, Giwa!" She chirped softly, handing me a glass and I gladly too it.

Prissy looked more natural than us tonight. She didn't go all out with her make up. She never really did. She had on a basic jean-fabric dongaree and I hmmed, noticing that she decided to spice up the look by dying her low-cut silver.. temporarily I guess, considering school was in three days.

Prissy's trim was her pride. She is the only girl I have ever seen in my life that can rock low cut and still look flawless. Effortlessly.

"Should I get more??" She asked everyone and I realised her tray was now empty. She had shared out all the drinks and was still thinking of getting more for us. Casper had to stop her by forcing her down on the couch to have a seat, making everyone laugh. Even if she didn't feel so, she'd done enough for us already tonight.

Prissy was always our happy helper. That friend that doesn't get tired of helping out in some way. That's why she jumped at the slightest opportunity to do anything for us - like right now as she voluntarily shared drinks to everyone without being asked.

Sometimes, I won't lie, she could be a pushover. However, I doubted anyone really noticed that about her, asides Hassana and I. To outsiders, she was a loud mouthed spoilt rich girl who wouldn't give you the slightest bit of attention, unless you were supposedly holding the latest iPhone and flaunting the latest vuttons.

"You guys oo.." Prissy said, as she tapped on the screen of her phone - the latest iPhone version-  with a look of dissaproval on her face. Definately, she got the attention of everyone.

"I already have 13k likes on this pic.." she enlightened us, eyes still fixed on her phone, feigning dissapproval.

I playfully rolled my eyes and everyone gave a fake gesture of exxasperation. Typical of Prissy to get people's attention, only to dash out unimportant information. It wasn't new to us that she got that much likes on Instagram. You could describe her as one of those chic parole Lagos walkabout girls who had rich parents and were just famous on Instagram for absolutely nothing - aka never to be caught unfresh geng.

"We, that are struggling with 500 likes" I heard Aaron joke.

"As in guy!" Casper agreed.

"No, that's not the problem, you guys!" Prissy was still trying to tell us something.

"I mean I've gotten 13k likes and Sayidsam hasn't liked the picture yet!" She made us deflate once more.

"Babe, you talk about that your Instagram boyfriend a lot," Hassana pointed out teasingly.

"And?" Prissy said, with a raised brow. "He's rich" she added, dismissing the topic with a wave of her hand, before resuming to scrolling through her phone once again. What else could Prissy ask for if he had money?

The friends I have..

"If I'm not wrong, someone is missing in this your clique" Daniel, one of the guys, spoke up.

"Shades of Green!!" Aaron and Casper chorused, grinning like they were about to win the lottery.

They were talking about Shade Onam - the absent girl in the clique.

And boy, they didn't stop. The guys kept talking and talking and talking about how 'cool' they thought Shade was, and it did well to irritate me. Shade was one girl in this clique I personally didn't really like much.

"Shade isn't coming!" Prissy announced, her words doing just as much damage as a slap to my face.

I raised an eyebrow and looked at her. Hassana only stared, quietly.

Prissy HAD to be joking! She had to be joking, right? I had instructed Bolanke to go home with my car,  because the girls and I already planned that Shade was going to drop us off at home with her limo. So, if she wasn't coming, how would we go back home then?

"Why isn't she coming?" I asked Prissy, annoyed.

"She told me to tell you guys.. sorry, I forgot.." Prissy apologised softly, cowering back slightly like she was already getting scared of my reaction.

I heard a faint gasp from her when I grinded my teeth and through gritted teeth, narrowed angered eyes, and a firm, calculative voice, I asked Prissy, "Why?"

"She had a late photo shoot to catch up to tonight," Prissy answered, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "It.. it was kind of impromptu..." She replied me like she was picking her own words, for the fear of getting sliced in half.

I lost it.

The anger exploded in me, pricking my spine and shooting through me like an electric shock. Prissy flinched, looked away from me. However, my anger wasn't even concerned with her.

Fuck that girl.

So she had to wait till we got to the party to strand us here then?

Shade Onam is such a bitch!

Hey there!!
Hope you're enjoying your read!!!! So what do you think about Giwa's classmates? How much can you relate to the "Invisible rule"? And what do you think about Giwa's friends? Is Hassana your ideal elite girl? Or is it Prissy? What about Aaron and Casper? Let's talk you guys!!

For my non Nigerian readers;
I mentioned that some haters called Hassana "Ashawo" - that basically means "slut" in Yoruba.

That's it for the chapter now!!